Stacy wakes up

Stacy’s eyes fluttered open. She was vaguely aware of bird sounds and Jennifer's snoring. She could tell the night air had been hot and humid as she peeled strands of blonde hair from her neck and face. She decided an early morning wash in the river would be a good idea, that way no one would be around to see her. She carefully grabbed her soaps and a towel without waking up Jennifer.

As she walked to the river, she saw Brian jog through the village. “I wish I was that motivated the exercise,” she mused to herself. After a short peaceful walk in the cool morning air, she arrived at the river from yesterday.

Stacy looked around the riverbank to confirm no one else was there. She couldn’t see anyone in the early dawn light, so she stripped off her clothes and stuck a toe in the water. It was cold, but in a good way. She shivered a bit as she waded into the shallow water. Ducking down she got her hair wet in the river and started working her shampoo into a lather. Finished with her hair, she reached for a bar of soap she’d left with her towel.

“Ah, good morning, Stacy!” Dr. Smith suddenly called out.

Stacy yelped in surprise and whipped around. She covered her breasts and her vagina. “Dr. Smith what-“

He cut her off, “I see I’m not the only one who likes an early morning wash.” The man was chipper even though it was pretty early in the morning. All he sported was a towel wrapped around his waist and a bottle of soap in one hand. His black muscular chest was on full display, as were his abs, biceps, shoulders, end everything else.

Stacy was taken in by his potent body for a moment before remembering she was naked. “Dr. Smith, would you-“

He cut her off again. He whipped off his towel exposing his massive black cock. It was bigger than anything Stacy had ever seen before, except for the local men in the village of course. Her mouth hung open in surprise as she continued trying to shield her private bits from Dr. Smith’s view.

He casually waded into the water next to Stacy. Completely ignoring her awkward reaction, he smiled at her and joked “is this spot taken?”

“I, ummm, I guess not,” was all Stacy could manage.

Dr. Smith knelt down and splashed some of the cold water on over his muscles. He seemed totally relaxed, and this made Stacy start to loosen up. “I think a hot shower is usually what I miss most on trips like this,” Dr. Smith smiled. “But this is still nice.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Stacy stole a glance at Dr. Smith’s horse dick and accidentally made eye contact with him. She whipped her head around to look away, but it was too late.

Dr. Smith laughed, “it’s fine Stacy. I like the local customs here. Washing together. I think it builds community.” Stacy didn’t answer.

“Would you mind getting my back?” Dr. Smith asked. This elicited a look from Stacy. His outstretched hand was offering her a bar of soap. Not wanting to be rude, she agreed and took it.

Dr. Smith turned and Stacy observed his back was just as well built as his chest. She worked her dainty white hands over his dark muscles. His body felt powerful. Stacy liked it.

When she was finished, Dr. smith turned to look her dead in the eyes. “Now I can do your back.” She hesitated. She could feel the sexual tension building between them.

“Sure,” she replied meekly.

His large black hand took the soap from her. “Turn around,” he said.

She turned and jumped a bit when he lay his rough hands on her soft shoulders. “Relax,” he whispered.

He began to give her more of a massage rather just scrubbing her back. It felt nice and Stacy relaxed more. As he soaped up her back, he complimented her. “I am very proud of you and Jennifer for taking part in the communal bath yesterday. The people here are very open. They even help each other wash parts of their bodies people in America would consider private.”

His heavy hand traced down Stacy’s spine. He lightly glided his soapy fingers down into her butt, passing them down over her asshole, then back up again.

She didn’t object to this. Rather she answered him, “Yeah, yesterday one of the men tried to help me…” She paused, "but I wasn’t comfortable with that.”

“Oh really?!” Dr. Smith again passed his fingers down Stacy’s lower back. This time he lingered around her anus, tracing small circles. “Are you uncomfortable now?” He asked while pulling away.

Stacy turned around the face him. His tall stature and wide shoulders loomed over her slight frame. “No. I’m comfortable now.”

“In that case, may I?” Dr. Smith asked.

Stacy looked confused, then Dr. Smith gestured towards her pubes with a soapy finger.

“Oh… Yeah… Go ahead,” Stacy’s awkwardness came back.

Having gotten the answer he wanted, Dr. Smith slowly reached down for Stacy’s crotch. He started at her belly and slowly drifted his hand lower and lower. They locked eyes as Dr. Smith used his black fingers to work soap into her almost nonexistent blonde pubes.

Stacy lowered her gaze as her pussy began tingling with pleasure and anticipation. She was utterly lost, hypnotized by his black, muscular chest. She bit her lip to hold in a moan.

Dipping his hand in the river to get rid of the soap, Dr. Smith inched his fingers closer to her pussy. He didn’t try sticking his fingers in right away. Rather he just lightly brushed her lips. His thick fingers teased her again and again.

She was ready to beg for it when he finally inserted a single black finger. She gasped.

Dr. Smith wiggled and moved his finger faster and faster. None of Stacy’s previous hookups (all white boys) knew how to use their fingers like Dr. Smith. Stacy moaned, and Dr. Smith leaned in to whisper, “Can you promise me something Stacy?”

She bit her lip and didn’t answer. Dr. Smith suddenly drove his fingers hard into Stacy’s pussy. “Can you promise me something?” He repeated as Stacy squealed in bliss. “Yes, yes. Anything!”

Dr. Smith slowed down his stoking. His fingers simply resting inside Stacy’s body. “While we’re here, I don’t want you having sex with the boys, ok? Tony, Kevin, Kyle, and Brian are off limits”

“What? Why?” Stacy scrunched up her face in confusion. Dr. Smith once again drove his fingers deep and hard into her pussy. The **** was such that for a moment he lifted her off the ground. Stacy moaned again and collapsed against Dr. Smith’s firm chest.

With his fingers still inside her, he explained “we’re in Africa. I expect you to have sex with Africans. Understood?” Again, he drove his fingers into her body and lifted her up by the pussy. Again, she squealed. Her whole body shuttering.

“Yes, yes, yes! No white boys. I promise!”

“Perfect.” His goal achieved, Dr. Smith withdrew his fingers and licked them clean. Stacy stood there in partial shock at what had just happened. She opened her eyes to see Dr. Smith wade out of the river and grab his towel. She watched his exquisite body as he dried off.

Before walking away, Dr. Smith looked at her and repeated sternly, “no white boys.” Stacy found some humor in the situation and laughed, then repeated “no white boys.” Dr. Smith smiled back at her before he walked away towards the village.